Chapter 8 : At the Diner

Rory’s POV

Scott didn’t seem to recognize me right away with my uniform and my hair pulled back. He came in and sat down at the counter while I was pouring coffee for another customer, which I nearly spilled all over the table out of shock.

My hands trembled as I walked toward the counter. What was he doing here? But then again, I was working at a restaurant near the school, so maybe it wasn't that strange for him to drop by for a meal after his class.

The moment I saw him, my mind flashed back to that night. Now, more than ever, I regretted having slept with him.

I tried to keep my thoughts in check as I got behind the counter, immediately turning my back to him and pretending to be busy with the fries.

"Excuse me, waitress. I need to place an order."

I pretended not to hear his voice, but obviously, that wasn't possible.

"Hello," he called again, making my heart race with anxiety. If he came over and tapped me on the shoulder, I knew it would be even more awkward.